Stealth Lines

Grant-Grey Guda

Those lines are most unseen,
Between the pages they are lost;
Ink is put down and lines,
Most unfelt, can it be undone,
This injustice of fate, I am
Not of pride or conceit, but
Am lonely and most lost,
O' please open your mind
And let me play, I am for
The day your servant and host!

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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